Very good reading.
Dreamin' Dragon: luckily you mijnheerrrrrs and jonge jevrouws must have a long tradition of using pursers, even on the narrowbodies. Wish we could toast with DeKonincks or Corsendonks on a layover. Any fresh liquid from a real, wooden keg-illegal in the Land of Tasteless, Processed Food (but it has a half-life of two hundred years).
Years ago, ALPA magazine featured an article by a 727 FE who was about the only crewmember on board (the FA might have been in the lavatory or in the rear), somehow, and he noticed smoke coming from a first class overhead bin-an oxygen tank was leaking. The plane soon filled with thick smoke and he had to tell some elderly gent to undue his seat belt, while sending people back to the overwing exits and maybe the tail. The FE claimed that due to the very toxic smoke clouding up the cabin, he could barely hold his breath long enough to stumble thouth the overwing exit: his next breath inside the cabin would have incapacitated him-permanently, with quick arrival at the Gates of Saint Petrus.